Addicted to Love, Mr. Fu’s Newly Married Wife

Chapter 1735 The Person Ran Away

Nan Weiwei explained the situation to Nan Yifeng, and the two of them headed towards that place without caring whether the information was accurate or not.

rural town

They found the address: an old-fashioned building. The stairwells of the dilapidated apartment complex were plastered with small advertisements for unclogging drains, and the air was filled with a musty smell.

Nan Yifeng kicked open the peeling green iron door.

The door slammed against the wall, shaking off a cloud of dust.

The room was empty, the wardrobe doors were wide open, and there wasn't even a clothes hanger left inside.

There was still a half-eaten bowl of instant noodles on the table, with a thick layer of red oil on the surface of the soup, which had long since cooled down.

"Ran."

Nan Yifeng walked into the room and took a walk around, his shoes making a rustling sound as he stepped on the scattered scraps of paper.

"They're well-informed; they got wind of it beforehand and evacuated overnight."

Nan Weiwei stood at the door, looking at the bowl of noodles that had gone cold.

Expected.

Since they dared to set up a scheme to steal the manuscript, they must have already prepared an escape route.

Anya's younger brother is a repeat offender; he's a master at this hit-and-run tactic.

"Let's go." Nan Weiwei turned and went downstairs. "Let's go to Xiaomei's place. Don't keep her waiting."

……

The lights in the rented room were dim.

The key had just been inserted into the lock and turned half a turn when the door was suddenly pulled open from the inside.

Xiao Mei stood at the door in her pajamas, her hair disheveled, clearly having been waiting.

She grabbed Nan Weiwei's arm, her nails almost digging into her flesh.

"Weiwei! How did it go? Did you catch her?"

Nan Weiwei withdrew her hand, changed her shoes, and hung her bag on the coat hanger.

"No."

She walked to the table, poured herself a glass of water, and drank it all in one gulp.

"The house was empty, and everything had been moved out. People like that are guilty and don't dare to stay in one place for long."

Xiao Mei froze on the spot, the light that had been on her face gradually fading away, leaving only a deathly pale expression.

"Weiwei, I'm so sorry, I..."

She lowered her head, twisting the hem of her clothes with her fingers, her voice trembling with tears.

Nan Weiwei put down her water glass, sighed, and pulled the still trembling Xiao Mei to sit down on the sofa.

"Don't apologize. This time there was no real loss, so consider it tuition. I'm just standing up for you and intend to eliminate him completely so he won't harm others again."

Nan Wei looked into Xiao Mei's eyes, her tone becoming more serious.

"Xiaomei, in this industry, your design drafts are your lifeblood. Whether they're your own or someone else's, as long as they haven't been released, they're top secret. It's a big no-no to casually show something like this to someone you've only known for a short time, even if they're someone you trust the most."

Xiao Mei bit her lip, tears streaming down her face, and nodded frantically.

Nan Yifeng leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, watching the scene with cold eyes.

stupid.

That's utterly hopeless.

Both are designers, but this woman's brain is probably full of mush.

With the competition just around the corner, leaking core documents to outsiders is no different from handing a knife to the enemy.

In other words, Nan Weiwei has a good temper.

If this happened at the Nan Group, an employee with such a complete lack of confidentiality would have been sued and held accountable by the legal department long ago, forced to pay a fortune, and then fired.

He felt no sympathy whatsoever for people who treated the workplace like a game.

People like that wouldn't last more than two episodes in this cutthroat industry.

"I really didn't know people could be so wicked..." Xiaomei sobbed, her body curled up in a ball. "He's a design student, and he's our senior. It's okay for us to have a little chat..."

"Competitors are enemies; when it comes to profit, nothing else matters," Nan Yifeng suddenly interjected.

Xiao Mei shuddered and looked up at Nan Yifeng.

The man's face wore an undisguised mockery.

“This time, Weiwei was prepared. What if she wasn’t? What if this manuscript was a company trade secret? Your ‘exchange’ would not only cost you money, but also Weiwei’s future, and even Lu Feng’s company would suffer.”

Lu Feng.

These two words struck Xiaomei like a thunderbolt.

She was so preoccupied with feeling guilty that she completely forgot about this relationship.

This article is submitted on behalf of Landwind Company in the competition.

If her leak leads to a plagiarism scandal, Lu Feng's company reputation will be damaged, Lu Feng will be implicated, and even...

Xiao Mei suddenly covered her mouth, her pupils contracting violently.

Fear crept up my spine and onto my scalp.

She recalled Lu Feng's serious demeanor at work and his zero tolerance for betrayal.

"I...I didn't know...I...almost got President Lu in trouble...Waaaaah..."

Xiao Mei slumped onto the sofa, tears streaming down her face even more fiercely this time, not out of guilt, but out of lingering fear.

How will she face Lu Feng after this?

Whenever she thought of Lu Feng's all-seeing eyes, she felt as if she had been stripped naked and stood under a searchlight, with nowhere to hide.

Just as Nan Weiwei was about to offer some words of comfort, her phone, which was on the coffee table, suddenly vibrated.

The screen lit up, appearing particularly glaring in the dimly lit living room.

Two words were displayed above: Lu Feng.

Xiao Mei's crying stopped abruptly. She stared intently at the lit screen, as if she were staring at a bomb about to explode.

.....